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I can't really say it the way Johnny said it, but what he said pretty much sums it up.
This is seriously the happiest I've been in a long time. I can't believe I could...I mean...
I think this is seriously the happiest I've been in my whole life. I'm thinking about it, and comparing this to how I felt with Mark, to how it felt when I was drafted, all of that, and I really don't think, right now, exactly how I feel right this moment, compares to any of that. John's...man. He's good for me.
I love the fact that he'll just let me be myself and will smile when I say stupid things. Or the way his foot will curl around mine when we're lying on the couch together. It's pretty cool the way he just...gets me. Understands me. I don't need to keep explaining, or I don't need to just say, 'Never mind.' He gets it. He understands how important my mother is to me, and how important my friends are. He gives me my space, but he knows when I want him in my bubble. I like the way he kisses me, sometimes soft and sweet, other times full and passionate. I like having him here with me. I like talking to him on the phone. Hearing his voice.
When he's with me, it's the best, though, because I can smell his hair, and his skin. He's always really warm, and I find myself drawn to it. To him.
He likes my cat and my dog. He's watching my team now. Rooting for us. That means more to me than I can say.
He wishes me luck before a start. And I know that I have it, because he wished it.
He lets me work out my weird thoughts, letting me voice them, and helping me if he can. And if he can't, he just lets me talk and doesn't try to interrupt, or give advice.
When I'm with him, I feel more whole and more real than I've felt in my whole life.
When I'm with him, I really think that I can pull through with this one.
So basically...
I'm falling in love and it's really awesome.
This is seriously the happiest I've been in a long time. I can't believe I could...I mean...
I think this is seriously the happiest I've been in my whole life. I'm thinking about it, and comparing this to how I felt with Mark, to how it felt when I was drafted, all of that, and I really don't think, right now, exactly how I feel right this moment, compares to any of that. John's...man. He's good for me.
I love the fact that he'll just let me be myself and will smile when I say stupid things. Or the way his foot will curl around mine when we're lying on the couch together. It's pretty cool the way he just...gets me. Understands me. I don't need to keep explaining, or I don't need to just say, 'Never mind.' He gets it. He understands how important my mother is to me, and how important my friends are. He gives me my space, but he knows when I want him in my bubble. I like the way he kisses me, sometimes soft and sweet, other times full and passionate. I like having him here with me. I like talking to him on the phone. Hearing his voice.
When he's with me, it's the best, though, because I can smell his hair, and his skin. He's always really warm, and I find myself drawn to it. To him.
He likes my cat and my dog. He's watching my team now. Rooting for us. That means more to me than I can say.
He wishes me luck before a start. And I know that I have it, because he wished it.
He lets me work out my weird thoughts, letting me voice them, and helping me if he can. And if he can't, he just lets me talk and doesn't try to interrupt, or give advice.
When I'm with him, I feel more whole and more real than I've felt in my whole life.
When I'm with him, I really think that I can pull through with this one.
So basically...
I'm falling in love and it's really awesome.